Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

He almost apologized for his outburst - but that would be admitting that he'd been doing something he shouldn't have, and Day decided it would save more face to just not mention it any further. He'd've felt better about himself if he left the unknown male behind and went his own way once more, but the question in the pallid man's eyes had him trotting a little closer, eyeing the herd himself.

Day kept his body loose, his tail hanging in neutral behind him. "Another set of teeth?" he asked in a low murmur, his tone taking on a studied nonchalance.

His dull eyes were ostensibly scanning the herd, but he kept the stranger always in his vision. He did not know this wolf - though there was a vague edge of familiarity to his scent - and felt that it was his duty to intercept all predators he might encounter on or around Silvertip's borders. As this wolf was not doing anything wrong, he felt no need to be unpleasant, but it would still be prudent to speak with him a little and see what he was really about.

"I'm Grayday - of Silvertip Mountain," he added, just a few beats after his question.